He hides his drink as well as his foundation masks ancient acne scars;
both masquerades given away when he blushes with girlish excitement at her boyish ferocity.
A passing fancy.
“They nearly named me Fanny,” she says.
His cheeks turn scarlet.
She returns it with a lipful of smile.
The Undercutters launch into yet another cover. This time it is Waterloo Sunset; and, it’s fine.
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